!6 ... but I guess the Black Widow (later) doesn't count ... The next 11 years doing wild oats was nice. My Mom even told me not to worry about finding a girlfriend to do my laundry. She would do it. ... ...

What's a Birds & Bee's Encounter? Is that like a trip to the Zoo watching the Monkeys?

My first trip to the Pittsburgh Zoo was on a kindergarten field trip. The monkees weren't doing "that", but they were doing something I could then understand: defecating into their paws, then throwing the fecal material as they howled with delight.

Sixty-one years later I see the same behavior exhibited by most politicians, the mainstream media, most cable media, hip-hop "music", and students in the "modern classroom". And our society seems to be eating it all up.

(Anyone here truly believe that inflation is the 1.5% that our government insists that it is?)

Well I was 19, spent the Summer in Johnstown, Pa. working at a family business, lived in a crummy rooming house, met this girl that was huge, not tall, even by Coal Miner's standards, but 8-10 beers cures all at that age!

Well I was 19, spent the Summer in Johnstown, Pa. working at a family business, lived in a crummy rooming house, met this girl that was huge, not tall, even by Coal Miner's standards, but 8-10 beers cures all at that age!

That bunny will never make much progress if he persists in humping shoulders. How about cockroaches? They do it while running up the wall together. I swear, no sense of discretion at all! What is the world coming to?

Well I was 19, spent the Summer in Johnstown, Pa. working at a family business, lived in a crummy rooming house, met this girl that was huge, not tall, even by Coal Miner's standards, but 8-10 beers cures all at that age!

That sounds positively romantic. NOT!

Romance was so far from my mind that Google Maps wouldn't have found it!

When I lived in Brussels a pigeon pooped on my head........that completes my "bird" experience.

Circa 1966, I had a bird of unknown type deposit a load right into my fresly made fountain cherry Coke; happened right there in front of the New Wilmington Isaly's. A quarter wasted!

Dang! I loved fountain cherry Cokes! Must have been an Amish bird......

You mean the birds that congregate in the "Amish parking lot", picking 'goodies' out of the horse poo?

(Too bad New Wilmington doesn't have (NYC's) Bill de Blasio for a mayor. He would decree that Amish horses wear diapers, be force-fed Beano, and restrict their travel to Federally-subsidized 'horse & buggy only' (HBO) lanes. Regarding fountain Cherry Cokes - presently " />unregulated" /> in New Wilmington - he would mandate that they be concocted in City-determined proportions by union labor, and be restricted in size to 16 oz.! He'd bring order to those bitter Bible & gun clingers; they've run amok for too long now).